Over the vast sea, a luxury yacht carved a long white trail through the waves as it droned toward the distance.
Baili Pangpang sat at a dining table on the yacht's top deck, wearing sunglasses and holding a bottle of champagne. The sea breeze blew in his face, and he looked utterly at ease.
Cao Yuan speared a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, then glanced at Baili Pangpang's wild hair blowing in the wind.
"Pangpang, your hairline has receded again."
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough..."
The champagne in Baili Pangpang's hand sloshed, nearly spilling. He shot Cao Yuan a glare. "What do you know? It's a sign of a man's maturity!"
He slowly leaned back in his chair and gazed at the glittering sea in the distance. "Besides, what's wrong with a receding hairline? After all, what woman could refuse a rich young master who drives a yacht one-handed?"
Cao Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"What about Molly?"
Baili Pangpang's right hand, which had been swirling the champagne, suddenly froze.
"I remember you two used to be pretty close." Cao Yuan thought carefully. "Back when you were in Guangshen, you almost..."
The image of that bus driving through the rain surfaced once more in Baili Pangpang's mind, along with the graceful figure in a pale yellow dress. A complicated look filled his eyes.
He fell silent for a moment.
"Things from the past... are better left unmentioned."
Baili Pangpang clearly did not want to continue this topic and sat up straight. "By the way, where's Qiye?"
"He's in the KTV downstairs," An Qingyu said at just the right moment.
"The KTV?" Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan exchanged a glance. "What's he doing there? Doesn't he hate singing?"
"...I don't know. He locked the door from the inside, so we